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RHYME TIME FOR CHILDREN 


BOOKS BY EMILIE POULSSON 


FINGER PLAYS 

THROUGH THE FARMYARD GATE 
CHILD STORIES AND RHYMES 
THE RUNAWAY DONKEY AND OTHER RHYMES 
FATHER AND BABY PLAYS 
TOP-OF-THE-WORLD STORIES 

WHAT HAPPENED TO INGER 
JOHANNE 

FOUR COUSINS 

INGER JOHANNE’S LIVELY 
DOINGS 

RHYME TIME FOR CHILDREN 


Translated from the 
Norwegian of 
Dikken Zwilg- 
meyer. 


BY EMILIE POULSSON AND MAUD LINDSAY 


THE JOYOUS TRAVELERS 
THE JOYOUS GUESTS 


EDITED BY EMILIE POULSSON 


THE CHILDREN’S YEAR IN A HAPPY HOME 
Revision of THE CHILDREN’S Year, by Mary Howitt 


LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO., BOSTON 














’Tis Nutting Time! 
















RHYME TIME 

For Children 

'Ey 

EMILIE POULSSON 

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Illustrated by WM13erger 



LOTHROP, LEE h SHEPARD CO. 


BOSTON 


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Copyright, 1929 

BY LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO. 

All Rights Reserved 

RHYME TIME FOR CHILDREN 


PRINTED IN U. S. A. 


©CU 16658 


DEC 20 1329 




ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 


For courteous permission to use such of these rhymes 
as have already appeared in print, grateful acknowledg¬ 
ment is hereby made as follows: 

To St. Nicholas , The Century Co., New York, Pub¬ 
lishers, for “In Candy Land,” “Molly's Dream,” “The 
Nineteenth Century Children,” and “The Pine Tree's 
Secret.'' The last two appear in this book under the 
titles “Modern Children” and “Tree Talk.” 

To S. E. Cassino, Salem, Massachusetts, for “A 
Yearly Wonder,” from Little Folks ' Magazine. 

To The Congregationalist y Boston, Massachusetts, 
for “Overheard at the Crocus Bed.” 

To D. Appleton and Company, New York, for the 
words of “The Bridge,” and “Drawing Pictures,'' the 
latter being a shortened version of “The Little Artist.” 
Like these verses, words and music of “The Weather- 
Vane,'' “The Greeting,” and “The Family,” are taken 
from “Songs and Music of Friedrich Froebel's c Mother 
Play''' {Mutter undKose-Lieder ) prepared and translated 
by Susan E. Blow. For the music of “The Family,” 
thanks are due to Euphemia M. Parker. 

The music of the other songs was written expressly 
for this book by E. S. and J. M. Courtney, and Julia 
A. Hidden. 

Emilie Poulsson. 


Boston, 

November lst y 1929 . 







RHYME TIME 

PART I 

FOR CHILDREN LITTLE AND BIG 

INDOORS AND OUT PA0E 

The Lost Cookie.13 

A Child to a Baby Bird.14 

Drawing Pictures.15 

The Family {Finger Play ).19 

Music.20 

Wanted, A Dog.22 

Little Dog Trusty.23 

Pussy and Baby.24 

Baby’s Sash.24 

A Dear Child.26 

Lady Dainty Hand.26 

The White Nest.26 

Counting the Chickens {Finger Play ) .27 

Just in Time.28 

Cakes for Sale.29 

The Hungry World.30 

The Greeting {Finger Play ) .31 

Music.32 

A Little Boy’s Joke.34 

The Owl..35 

Echo and the Birds.35 

The Finger Piano I, II {Finger Play ) .36 

Sprinkling.37 

The Prism Lightbird .37 

Fido.38 

Music.39 

Crossing the Brook.40 

Picture.41 

A Riddle.42 

The Answer.42 

Motto: Books..43 

Motto: Home.43 

The Little Seamstress {Finger Play ) .44 

Molly’s Dream.46 

On the Beach.47 





































INDOORS AND OUT —Continued page 

“Grace Before Meat’*.48 

The Flight into Egypt.49 

The Bridge.50 

The Sailor.51 

Fishes at Play (Finger Play ) .52 

If I Could.52 

White Boat Rocking.54 

JUST FOR FUN 

Clever Beasts.55 

How a Doggy Says “I Love You!”.55 

In Search for Milk.55 

High Cockalorum’s Tea .60 

In Candy Land.62-63 

Rhynes for the Donkey Game.64 

Valentine Verses.66 

ALL THE YEAR ROUND 

A Springtime Morning.67 

Overheard at the Crocus Bed.68 

The Weather-Vane (Finger Play ).68 

Music.69 

The Yearly Wonder.70 

News of Spring.72 

An April Battle.'.73 

The Rainbow.74 

A Summer Fancy.74 

Dreams.74 

Nutting Time.75 

Tree Talk in Autumn.75 

Going to Grandmother’s: A Thanksgiving Day Song ... 76 

Music.77 

Winter Fun ..78 

A Song of Winter.80 

Music.81 

AT CHRISTMAS TIME 

Signs of Christmas.83 

Ready for Santa Claus.84 

Told Anew.86 

What Santa Claus Brought {Finger Play) .88 

Modern Children: A Song by Santa Claus.90 

Christmas in Poland.92 

The Shepherds’ Quest.94 




































PART II 

FOR BABY’S PLEASURE 


PLAYTIME WITH BABY PAGE 

Baby’s Treasures.99 

Dearest Baby.99 

A Great Surprise.100 

Dimples and Smiles.100 

The Lightbird.101 

Listening.102 

Cock-Crow.102 

Sniff, Sniff.102 

The Finger Fence: A Peek-a-boo Play.103 

Cakes for Mother.104 

Fit for a King.104 

Baby’s Wisdom.105 

Puzzles for Baby: Animals.106 

Plays with Baby’s Toes.108 

In Baby’s Shoe.109 

Puzzles for Baby: Playthings.110 

Jimmy Jedd .Ill 

Come, Frisky-Leg .Ill 

How Big is Baby?.112 

Puzzles for Baby: In the Nursery.112 

Churning.114 

Mowing the Grass.114 

Puzzles for Baby: Fruits.115 

The Baker.116 

Dobbin and Popinjay: A Trotting Play.116 

Will You Give Me Your Baby?.117 

Music.118 

Puzzles for Baby: Flowers.120 

AT THE NURSERY TABLE 

Eating Porridge.121 

Baby’s Fishing.122 

A Good Little Miller.123 

PLAYS WITH BABY’S FINGERS 

Naming the Fingers I, II.124 

“Scat!” The Cat and Her Kittens.125 

The Five Animals.126 

Counting the Bunnies.127 

A Quieting Play.128 






































LIST OF FULL PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS 


’Tis Nutting Time. Frontispiece 

Facing page 

Crossing the Brook.40 

The Search for Milk. 58 

Winter Fun.78 

Ready for Santa Claus. 84 

Animals.106 

In the Nursery.112 


MUSIC 

The Family.20 

The Greeting.32 

Fido.39 

The Weather-Vane.69 

Going to Grandmother’s.77 

A Song of Winter.81 

Will You Give Me Your Baby?.118 


















RHYME TIME 


Part I 

FOR CHILDREN LITTLE AND BIG 











INDOORS AND OUT 


THE LOST COOKIE 


^^NCE Polly lost her cookie 
As she was toddling round, 
Her nice big sugar cookie 

Fell somewhere on the ground. 


It fell among thick grasses 
And there was so well hid 
Poor Polly could not find it 
But some small creatures did: 


A hungry little field mouse 
Soon spied it where it lay 
Then nibble, nibble, nibble, 
He had a feast that day! 


Next came some birds that questioned 
“Eat? Eat it? Good to eat?” 

But when the crumbs they tasted 
They twittered “Sweet! Sweet, sweet 

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When, like the nibbling field mouse 
The birds a feast had had, 

They flew away rejoicing y 

With chirps and twitters glad. 

The ants then came by hundreds, 

They were the last to come, 

Because—of Polly’s cookie 
They didn’t leave a crumb! 

A CHILD TO A BABY BIRD 

J^ON’T be afraid, for you know, birdie 
Often I’ve looked in your nest. 
Wasn’t it cosy and warm, birdie, 

Under your mother’s breast? 

Didn’t her feathers feel soft, birdie? 

Didn’t she cuddle you well? 

Didn’t the nest seem quite big, birdie, 
After your tiny shell? 

Didn’t you like to be rocked, birdie? 

I’ve seen your nest swing and swing; 
Weren’t those beautiful songs, birdie, 
Father bird, used to sing? 

What do you like best of all, birdie? 

Seeing the sunshine and sky? 

No! Best of all things must be, birdie, 
Wings! and a place to fly! 



DRAWING PICTURES 



0 ?> now we’ll draw such pretty things! 

See! Little birds with outspread wings, 
And then the tree these birds love best, 
Because it holds their own dear nest. 



That was the birdies’ home, and here 
We’ll draw the children’s home, so dear; 
And leading to the very door 
Are all these steps—one, two, three, four. 



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The window now we’ll draw, where we 
Look out so many things to see. 

The window that lets daylight pass 
Into our homes, through its clear glass. 



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Now, if you could but look behind 
The house, this rippling brook you’d find, 
Where swim so many silvery fish: 

And if to cross the brook you wish, 

Why, here’s the bridge, so safe and dry. 
Shall we go over, you and I ? 



Now here’s a cosy pigeon-house. 
Not hid in any leafy boughs. 

But set upon this pole so tall; 
Here safely live the pigeons all. 
And coo with voices soft and low. 
As flying in and out they go. 



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Down far below them on the ground. 
The hen and chickens walk around. 
And see! a rabbit next appears; 

Oh, bunny, you have such long ears! 



Here is the sun, whose spreading rays 
Bring many golden, happy days. 

And when night darkens all the blue. 

The twinkling stars come peeping through. 



And now we’ll draw the moon, whose light 
Makes beautiful the silent night: 

Sometimes a crescent, thin and clear, 
Sometimes a big, round, silver sphere; 

But whether round, or like a bow, ^ 

It is the same dear moon, we r\ & Zl 
know. ^ 





Now we will draw but one thing more, 
And that shall be the big church door. 
But drawing is such happy play, 

We’ll surely draw again some day. 







































{Finger Play ) 


'T'HIS is the loving mother, 
Always good and dear; 

This is the busy father, 

Brave and full of cheer; 

This is the merry brother, 

Grown so strong and tall; 

This is the gentle sister, 

This the baby small; 

And here they all together meet, 
This whole glad family complete. 



{From the German .) 



[The child points to his thumb, then to the fingers in succession as he 
names the separate members of the family. While saying the last two 
lines he holds up his hand, with thumb and fingers erect.] 


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THE FAMILY 


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WANTED, A DOG 


D'5 T you think a doggy 
Must be glad to find 
Boy or girl to own him 
Who is always kind? 

Some one who will pat him 
Often through the day. 
Call him, “Good old doggy,” 
In a loving way? 

Any owner surely 

Would his food provide, 
Water, too, in plenty, 

Bones to gnaw and hide. 

If a dog would only 
Come to live with me, 
That's the kind of owner 
I should try to be. 


[22] 


LITTLE DOG TRUSTY 


gOW-WOW! I’m faithful Trusty 
My master left me here 

To guard his little wagon 

Keep off! Don’t dare come near! 

Keep off! Keep off! Bow-wow! 

He knew I would not leave it 
If told to stay on guard, 

But waiting here is tedious 
Alone in this dull yard! 

Alone! Alone! Bow-wow! 

Oh, hark! I hear his whistle 

And that means “Come,” I know. 

So off I dash to meet him, 

My joy and love to show. 

Bow-wow! Bow-wow! Bow-wow! 

Bow-wow! Oh, welcome, Master! 
Your wagon’s safe. Bow-wow! 

And don’t you want your watch-dog 
To be your playmate now? 

Bow-wow! Bow-wow! Bow-wow! 


PUSSY AND BABY 





T>ABY dear and Puss cat mew 
Played as cats and babies do. 

Round the room they gaily raced, 

As the rolling ball they chased. 

Baby stroked the pussy’s fur, 

Pussy purred a song to her. 

Both were gentle, good, and gay 
But there came a sorry day. 

Baby squeezed the pussy cat, 

Pussy thought, “I can’t have that! 

I must prick her with the claws 
Hidden in my velvet paws. 

Yes, I’ll use my claws. Me-iow!” 

“Ow! That hurts!” said Baby. “Ow!” 
But she learned that sorry day 
Not to squeeze poor Puss that way. 


BABY’S SASH 


/GRANDMAMMA has brought a gift 
Beautiful as may be— 

Such a dainty silken sash! 

We must thank her, Baby. 


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“Thank the Merchant, too,” said she, 
For from him I bought it.” 

“Thank me not,”' the Merchant said, 

“ ’Twas the Weaver brought it.” 

“Thanks to me!” the Weaver cried, 

“I can scarce believe it! 

? Twas the Dyer gave the silk, 

And I did but weave it,” 

To the Dyer, then, we’ll go, 

Many thanks bestowing: 

“For the sash! Why, I gave naught 
But its colors glowing.” 

“Nor to me your thanks belong,” 
Quickly said the Spinner; 

“But I think I know the one 
Who should be the winner. 

“All the silken thread so fine—- 
Listen now!—I found it 

In a Silkworm’s small cocoon, 

And from there unwound it!” 

Here, then, was the sash begun; 

So, though strange it may be, 

’Twas the Silkworm, after all, 

Gave the sash to Baby. 


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A DEAR CHILD 


JF you but discover 

This child, you will love her, 
Her ways are so gentle and kind. 
She’s gay as a fairy, 

Of tears she is chary, 

And oh; She’s so ready to mind! 


LADY DAINTY HAND 


"Y^HEN Clara has washed both her little hands clean, 
She comes to her mother as proud as a queen. 

And mother says, “Oh! let me shake hands with you, 
My dear Lady Dainty hand, how do you do?” 


THE WHITE NEST 

^JpHERE’S a white nest waiting 
For a little bird in white 
For a little bird that twitters 
As away if flies, “Good night. 
Good night. Good night.’’ 


[26] 


COUNTING THE CHICKENS 


Finger Play 

“M Y , chickens now must go to bed,” 

The good hen mother clucking said. 
“But I will count them first to see 
If they have all come back to me. 


“One chicken, two chickens, three chickens, four, 

Five, six, seven chickens—still there are more. 

Eight chickens, nine chickens, ten chickens! ” Then, 
“All my chickens have come back!” said good mother 
hen. 


[The child’s ten fingers are the “Chickens.” Each is touched as 
counted.] 



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JUST IN TIME 


[In a bakery, once upon a time, a fire was burning, an oven was 
heating, a baker was watching, and] 

A CLOCK was tick-tick-ticking away 
^ ^ And these were the words that it seemed to say: 
“Come, good people, bring your baking, 

Hurry with the cakes you’re making! 

Fire is burning bright and steady, 

Oven now is almost ready, 

Baker watches for the minute 
When the cakes should be put in it. 

If in time you do not make them, 

Then the baker cannot bake them.” 

As the clock was tick-tick-ticking away, 

These were the words that it seemed to say. 

[At home in the kitchen, once upon a time (at that very same time), 
a mother and her child were busy, oh! so busy, making cakes which the 
baker was to bake for them in his oven.] 

And the kitchen clock was saying: 

“Time was working! No delaying! 

If in time you do not make them 
If in time you do not take them, 

Then the baker cannot bake them.” 

So they were the cakes preparing, 

Child and Mother all work sharing, 

Just in time they had begun, 

Just in time their work was done. 


[28] 


[And when the mother and child took their cakes to the bakery, 
they found to their joy that the] 

Fire had burned so bright and steady, 

That the oven was just ready. 

Baker said ’twas just the minute 
That the cakes should be put in it! 

Then he watched the cakes and turned them 
Just before the heat had burned them; 

Waited then a little more, 

Opened wide the oven door— 

There the cakes so tempting stood, 

Nicely baked, and brown and good! 

And the clock said with its chime: 

“Just in time, in time, in time—- 
Everything was just in time; 

That is why the cakes could be 
Ready, just in time for tea!” 


CAKES FOR SALE 

TN Sugar Alley there lives a Baker, 

Of cakes he’s truly a famous maker. 

He makes them large, he makes them small, 
And sugar frosting he puts on all. 

He’ll give you good cakes if you can pay, 

If you’ve no money, then run away. 

{From the Danish.) 


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THE HUNGRY WORLD 


/^\H, who will make us good, sweet bread 
That all the hungry may be fed; 

Will you, good baker? 

‘If I had flour,” the baker said, 

T very soon would make the bread. 

But flour I have not.’ 2 


Oh, who’ll give flour to make our bread, 
That all the hungry may be fed? 

Will you, good miller? 

‘If grain I had, within an hour 
My mill would grind it into flour, 

But grain I have not.’ 2 


Oh, who’ll give grain to grind for bread 
That all the hungry may be fed, 

Will you, good farmer?’ 2 

‘Yes. Long ago the seed was sown, 

To golden grain it now has grown, 

I’ve grain in plenty.’ 2 

The farmer took his grain to mill, 

The miller ground it with a will, 

The baker mixed and baked the bread, 

And so the hungry world was fed. 

(From the French .) 








THE GREETING 

{Finger Play) 



see them here. 
These friends so dear. 
As they together meet; 
With bows polite, 

And faces bright, 

Each other they will greet: 
“Oh, how do you do? 

And how do you do? 

And how do you do again ? 
And how do you do ? 

And how do you do?” 

Say all these children ten. 


{From the German .) 















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1. Hands held upright, facing each other, fingers rep¬ 

resenting children. 

2. Beginning with the thumbs, each bows in turn to 

its opposite. 

3. All bow together. 



















































































A LITTLE BOY’S JOKE 


A HUNGRY old spider, her web all complete, 
Was waiting one morning for something to eat. 
Far back in the corner, so cunning and sly, 

She hid herself thinking, “A bug or a fly, 

Or some other insect will soon pass this way, 

I’ll have him for dinner—I’m hungry to-day.” 

So there sat the spider, with sharp appetite. 

Far back in the corner, away out of sight. 

Not very long after she felt the web shake, 

And went in a hurry, her dinner to take. 

“A big fellow, surely. I’ll have a great feast, 

He’ll do for a dinner and breakfast at least.” 

The hungry old spider, so hungry and sly, 

Now reached the web centre—but what did she spy? 
No poor little insect is caught in her snare, 

? Twas only a flower she found hanging there. 

And just at that minute a little boy spoke:— 

“Aha! you old spider! Fve played you a joke?” 


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THE OWL 


O'!:, why does the owl with his solemn “Hoo-hoo!” 

Fly out in the night-time, and what does he do? 
The night dark and quiet for sleeping is best. 

So why should the owl then desert his snug nest? 


The Owl said, “In darkness my big eyes delight, 

And seeing adds joy as I fly in the night 
I wander and hunt all the dark hours through 
And rest when the blinding sun rises. “Hoo-hoo!’ 3 

{From the German .) 


ECHO AND THE BIRDS 


VV7TIEN o’er the fields the cuckoo flies 
And sings “Cuckoo!” 

“Cuckoo!” then Echo quick replies, 
“Cuckoo!” “Cuckoo!” 


When o’er the fields the pewee flies. 

And sings “Pe-wee!” 

“Pe-wee!” then Echo quick replies 
“Pe-wee!” “Pe-wee!” 

When o’er the fields the big owl flies. 

And calls, “To-whoo!” 

“To-whoo!” then Echo quick replies 
“To-whoo!’’ “To-whoo!”* 

[Even a very little child will learn with delight to echo these or other 
bird calls.] 


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THE FINGER PIANO 

(Finger play) 



I 

0 H . ! here is a tiny piano, 

With five little keys in a row, 

And as I play gently upon it 

The music you’ll hear soft and low. 
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la. 1 

II 

I have a piano, so cumming and small, 

You might think it wouldn't give music at all. 
But though my piano has only five keys, 

I often play on it such sweet tunes as these: 
Lightly Row, etc. 2 

1 Singing up and down the first five notes of the scale. 

2 Or any melody using only five notes. 


[36] 


SPRINKLING 


N Jamie first could run alone, 
/i watering-can he filled, 

And tried to sprinkle Mother’s plants, 
But all the water spilled. 



A sight of Nursie at the door. 


Aroused poor Jamie’s fears, 

And then his little sorry face 
He sprinkled with his tears! 

But Nursie dried his tears and said, 
“I know what we will do, 

We’ll buy a little watering-can, 

Just big enough for you.” 


THE PRISM LIGHTBIRD 


L™ a bit of rainbow 
Fallen from the skies, 

Comes the prism lightbird, 

Here and there it flies. 

How its lovely colors glow! 

Chasing it we gaily go, 

Hither, thither, to and fro. 

[Whether lightbird plays are used or not, all children should have the 
especial delight that a prism hanging in a sunny window will give them 
They will often look with joy at the quiet "‘bit of rainbow” the sun sends, 
through the prism in the window, and this joy is not less important than 
the pleasure afforded by chasing the flying lightbird.] 


[37] 


FIDO 


/^\H, who would not love little Fido? 
W Fido, Fido! 

So pretty and wise, 

With gentle brown eyes, 

And softest and silkiest hide, oh! 

Dear Fido! 


A jolly good playmate is Fido, 

Fido, Fido! 

To frolic and chase, 

To romp and to race, 

Or quietly walk at your side, oh! 

And brave as a lion is Fido 

Fido, Fido! 

He’ll faithfully guard 
The house and the yard, 

And watch beside Baby with pride, ohj 

Good Fido! 


[38] 


FIDO 


Emilie Poulsson 


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CROSSING THE BROOK 


J SWIM across,” said the shiny fish, 
“From here to there whenever I wish.” 


“I leap across,” said the squirrel spry, 

“From branch to branch in the tree-tops high.” 1 


“I fly across,” rang the bird’s sweet trill— 
“Across broad river or narrow rill.” 


“I cannot leap or swim, said the child, 
‘Or fly across.” But he gaily smiled—• 


And swiftly, merrily then he ran 
To hear the place where the brook began. 


For here it was neither deep nor wide. 
And stepping-stones led to the other side. 


And the brook seemed calling in rippling tones, 
“For children like you are these stepping-stones.” 


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A RIDDLE 


npHROUGH farthest space this man can roam 
While in his easy-chair at home. 

Man of the present, yet he still 
In past and future dwells at will. 

Alone he sits, yet in a throng 

Who charm him with wit, wisdom, song. 


THE ANSWER 

A READER needs no magic car, 

A book transports him near or far. 

A reader by the printed page 
Is carried into any age. 

And ’tis the reader’s book that sends 
To him, his glorious guests and friends. 


[42] 


MOTTO: Books 


gOOKS are keys to wisdom's treasure; 

Books are gates to lands of pleasure; 
Books are paths that upward lead; 

Books are friends. Come, let us read. 

Written Jor a Children s Reading Club , Hopkinton , Massachusetts 


MOTTO: Home 

X^ORTH I went, 
^ South I went, 
Home I came, 
Quite content. 

I went East, 

I went West, 

But to find 
Home is best. 


[43] 


THE LITTLE SEAMSTRESS 

(Finger Play ) 


T^HE rain was falling steadily , 1 


The clouds hung thick and low. 


When Mother said, “ ’Tis just the day 
For little Nell to sew.” 






So Nellie gladly brought her chair 
Close to her mother’s side; 

And then a cunning thimble put 
On Tail-Man’s head with pride. 



1 Drumming with the finger tips. 


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Then thread she took and needle bright. 
But long she had to try. 

Before she made the thread go through 
The needle's tiny eye. 



Now in and out her needle went, 1 
And left a track behind 
Of dainty stitches; neater ones 
It would be hard to find! 


And when her mother said, “My dear. 
You've sewed enough to-day," 

Then Nellie took her thimble off , 2 
And put her chair away. 

Make motions through this stanza as if sewing. 
Pretend to take off thimble. 


MOLLY’S DREAM 


“T DREAMED/’said little Molly, 
With face alight 
And voice awe-filled yet joyous, 

“I dreamed last night 

“That I went up to heaven; 

And there I found 
Green grass and trees and flowers 
All, all around!” 

“It must have been the Garden,’’ 

Her list’ner said. 

The child looked grave denial, 

And shook her head. 

“I know it was of heaven 
I dreamed last night; 

And when the rest I tell you 
You’ll see I’m right, 

“For all the signs, wherever 
We had to pass, 

Said, ‘Please’ (You see ’twas heaven!) 

‘Keep on the grass.’ 

“And in the beds of flowers 
Along the walks, 

Among the pinks and pansies 
And lily stalks, 


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“Were signs: ‘Pick any flowers 
You wish to, Child.’ 

And all the big policemen 
Looked on and smiled. 

“That’s what I dreamed,” said Molly 
With face alight— 

“That I went up to heaven 
I dreamed last night.’’ 

[Founded on fact.] 


ON THE BEACH 

qpHE big waves tramp, tramp on the land. 
They smooth and pack the wet, gray sand, 
Then run away obligingly, 

And leave the beach to Bess and me. 

We make sand mountains, caves, and wells; 
Find shiny pebbles, pretty shells; 

And then we leave the beach, and they— 

The tramping waves—come back to play. 


“GRACE BEFORE MEAT” 


I 

JT^EAR Heav’nly Father, kind and good, 
We thank Thee for our daily food. 
Oh! may the strength it gives us be 
Used ev’ry day in serving Thee. 

II 

As now we gather round the board 
With Thy good gifts supplied, 

We thank Thee, God, by whose great love 
Our needs are satisfied. 

III 

As we gather at the table 
With our family and friends, 

Glad, we say: “Dear God, we thank Thee 
For the food Thy goodness sends/’ 

IV 

Dear All-Father, by whose bounty 
Bird and beast and man are fed, 

Now to Thee our thanks we offer 
For thy gift of daily bread. 

Be Thou near our food to bless 
While we eat in thankfulness. 


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THE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT 


J° G - along, jog along, 

So, good donkey, so. 
Many a weary mile to-night 
Your little feet must go. 


Jog along, jog along, 

Choose your steps aright, 
Mary and the Blessed child 
You carry far to-night. 


Jog along, jog along, 

With your steady tread 
Lull the Little One to sleep, 
Mary’s arms, his bed. 


Jog along, jog along, 

O’er the desert sand, 

Till we reach a refuge safe. 
Far in Egypt’s land. 


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THE BRIDGE 


HTHE brook is flowing merrily. 

Its waters softly glide; 

A little child looks longingly 
Beyond its rippling tide. 

Across the brook are pretty ferns. 

And oh, such lovely moss! 

And flowers that seem to nod at him 
And beckon him across. 

But dark the water flows between, 

The stream is deep and wide; 

No way the little child can And 
To reach the other side. 

But soon there comes a Carpenter, 

Who works with busy hands, 

And builds a bridge that safe and strong 
Above the water stands. 

“All thanks to you, good Carpenter,’’ 
The child calls out in glee, 

“Now I can reach the other side 
Where I have longed to be.’’ 

So on the bridge the happy child 
Runs back and forth at will, 
Although, beneath so deep and wide, 
The brook is flowing still. 


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THE SAILOR 


H fair and foul weather 
He sails the wide sea 
To fetch many goodies 
For you and for me, 

Our sugar and spices 
And Grandmother’s tea. 

Poll-parrots and monkeys 
And gay cockatoos, 

Chow dogs and canaries 
For pets, if you choose, 
And beasts from the jungle 
He brings for our Zoos. 

Silk, satin, lace, velvet 
And jewels and rings, 
Rugs, paintings, and statues 
From far lands he brings, 
As o’er the blue water 
The ship rolls and swings. 


IF I COULD 


JF I could swim as the fishes do, 

In the deep, deep water, dark and blue, 

I would swim far down to the ocean’s floor 
And see what was never seen before, 

Except by the fishes, that only stare, 

And never tell of the wonders there. 

If I could fly as the wild birds fly, 

I would fly so far, I would fly so high 
That I should see all the wondrous things 
The bird tries to tell of when he sings. 

But birds and fishes the secrets keep 
Of the high blue sky and the ocean deep. 

From the German . 


FISHES AT PLAY 


(.Finger Play ) 


TN the rippling water, 

Clear and cool and bright, 
Shiny little fishes 
Frolic with delight . 1 


Swimming through the ripples. 
Diving down below , 2 
Rising now, and sinking. 

Oh, how fast they go! 


Now they chase each other, 3 
Now they dash away. 

Shiny little fish es 
In the water play. 

1 All the fingers in rapid motion represent the little fishes swimming. 

2 They dive suddenly, rise and sink slowly then swim fast again. 

3 One group swims to the left (as far as the left hand can reach) the other 
group (on right hand) chasing; then all dash away swimming about as before. 



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WHITE BOAT ROCKING 


White boat rocking 
On the billows blue, 

Oh, if I could only 
Sail away with you! 

Far across the foaming sea 

And tossing waves we’d bound. 
Go to countries strange and new 
The whole wide world around. 
White boat rocking 
On the billows blue, 

Far and far and far away 
Let me sail with you! 


White cloud floating 
O’er the sky so blue, 

Whither should I journey 
If I sailed with you? 

Should I reach the shining worlds 
Of sun and moon and star? 

See the bright and secret place 
Where misty rainbows are? 
White cloud floating 
O’er the sky so blue, 

Far and far and far away 
Let me sail with you! 


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JUST FOR FUN 


CLEVER BEASTS 


TS, E cows are clever beasts, for, think! 

They take green grass and clover pink, 
And make white milk for us to drink! 

How clever! 


The sheep are clever, too, for they 
Seem every one to know the way 
Good wool to make from grass and hay. 
How clever! 


HOW DOGGY SAYS, “I LOVE YOU!” 

v piARK! Hark! Hark! 

How joyful the doggy’s loud bark! 
As he runs up the street 
His master to greet; 

“I love you,” he says by that bark! 

Hark! Hark! Hark! 

To tell all his love by his bark, 

Doggy thinks he might fail, 

So helps with his tail, 

For his wag means the same as his bark! 


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THE SEARCH FOR MILK 


0“ Mother Mary 

She went to the dairy, 

To get some sweet milk for her cat. 

But none could she spy, 

The pans were all dry! 

Said Puss, “What’s the meaning of that?” 


They went to the pantry, 

But found not a drop, 

Said Puss, “Till we find some 
This search must not stop/- 5 


Said Mary, “I’ll find milk 
To-morrow I’m sure.’’ 

Said Puss, “To-day’s hunger 
I wish first to cure.” 


Then off to the neighbors 
For milk, Mary ran— 

Too bad! No milk had they 
In bottle or can. 


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Said old Mother Mary 
“This luck is contrary 

To what I have known heretofore; 
’Tis surely a pity 
But wait here, dear kitty. 

I’ll get you some milk from the store. 


She went to the store then, 

No milk even there! 

There must be milk somewhere/’ 
Said Mary, “But where?” 


So home she went sadly. 
And Puss said, “Alack! 
That with the same story 
You always come back.’* 


“I know it,” said Mary 
Now sorely perplexed. 
“You must have milk, Pussy 
Where shall I go next?” 


A farmer who heard her 

Said, “Milk, Ma’am? My stars! 
The cows are all waiting 
Down there by the bars.” 


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‘They’ve plenty to give us 
It’s milking time now, 
Poor Puss sha’n’t go hungry 
While I have a cow.’’ 


These words from the farmer 
Made Mary’s heart glad— 
And soon a big pailful 
Of fresh milk she had. 


Then home ran old Mary 
As fast as she could. 

And filled Pussy’s saucer 
With milk, sweet and good. 


And Puss lapped it up 
In a very short while. 
And purred out her thanks 
With a satisfied smile. 


The way to get milk , 

Or whatever you need , 
Is just to keep trying 
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HIGH COCKALORUM’S TEA 


TJURLY-BURLY, hullabaloo! 

Such a hubbub! What’s the to-do? 
High Cockalorum is giving a tea 
To Tweedledum and Miss Tweedledee. 
Guests helter-skelter are running now 
Higgledy-piggledy to the powwow. 

A roly-poly lady, 

A mollycoddle boy, 

A whippersnapper dandy, 

And a lanky hobbledehoy. 

Dash on together as gay as the rest 
Each in his very best thingumbobs dressed. 
But funny enough are some of their rigs. 
Their jigamarees and their thingamajigs. 


Now since it was High Cockalorum’s tea 
For Tweedledum and Miss Tweedledee 
Even the Nabobs from Piccadilly 
And Kalamazoo must come, willy-nilly. 
Head-over-heels they ran pell-mell— 

The whole kit and boodle of guests as well, 

But no—not all, for Shilly-Shally 
Loiters, hobnobbing with Dilly-Dally. 

Till Hurry-Scurry in haughtiest tones, 

Called out, “Come, Slowpoke and Lazybones.” 


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“Hoity-toity!’’ said they. “Our pacing 
Is better than your harum-scarum racing. 

For topsy, turvy, as like as not, 

You, Hurry-Scurry will reach the spot.-’ 

Now when politely the guests had come 
To greet Cockalorum and Tweedledum, 

(Though first they had greeted Miss Tweedledee) 
They sat chit-chatting till served with tea. 


“Hi-hum-haddy!” thought Cockalorum 
“I hope tomfoolery will not bore ’em !” 

Aloud he announced with an air most grand— 
“To entertain you with tricks, I’ve planned 
For I’ve a juggler whose rigmaroles 
Bamboozle even the wisest souls.” 

The juggler began with his hocus-pocus 
The guests tried hard their minds to focus 
On where this came from and where that went, 
And what his hodge-podge of tricks all meant. 
But not being numskulls or humdrum folks— 
They liked his tarradiddles and jokes. 


One guest, at the end, said “Fiddle-faddle, 
It’s getting so late that I must skedaddle 
But first I will say, and you’ll all agree, 
That High Cockalorum has given a tea 
That certainly has turned out to be 
A most splendiferous jamboree!’’ 


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IN CANDY LAND 


JN Candy Land, the little folks 

Wear candy buttons on their cloaks. 

And candy buttons on their shoes— 

Indeed, on everything they use.-' 

“What if the candy buttons break?”- 

“The pieces then the children take, 

And very calmly down they sit 
And eat up every single bit. 

“In Candy Land, the girls and boys 
Play every day with candy toys; 

They always eat from candy plates, 

And do their sums on candy slates.” 

“Why, I should think the things would break!” 

“They do; and then the children take 
The broken pieces, great and small, 

And eat until they've eaten all. 

“In Candy Land, the girls all know 
With candy needles they must sew; 

The boys who work use candy tools, 

And they have candy books in schools. 

“In Candy Land, they think it nice 
To go to skate on candy ice; 

They rest themselves in candy chairs. 

And go to bed up candy stairs.-' 


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The candy-lover on my knee 
In wonderment still questioned me,— 

“And if the candy stairs should break?”- 

“The children must the pieces take, 

And very quickly down must sit 
And eat up every single bit; 

Sometimes the children eat all day 
To get the broken bits away.” 

“And must the children eat them all?” 

“Yes, every piece, both great and small. 
This is the law in Candy Land; 

And you must own ’t is wisely planned; 
For in that land, as you can see, 

So many things must broken be 
That bits of candy soon would strew 
The sidewalks, roads, and houses, too; 

So children must the pieces eat 
That Candy Land be clean and neat.” 

The candy-lover on my knee 
In blank amaze looked up at me. 

“Why, Candy Land’s a dreadful place!”-— 
Then dawned a wise look on his face— 
“I used to think it would be grand 
To go to live in Candy Land; 

But now I only wish to go 
Each day and stay an hour or so!”* 


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RHYMES FOR THE DONKEY GAME 


TV/TY friends, I pray you, do not fail 
To give me back my severed tail. 
Its loss I bitterly bewail. 


Now how could anyone suppose 
Fd wear my tail upon my nose? 


The donkey can but sadly stare 
Upon his tail pinned high in air. 
2 Tis a wonder that the donkey 
Does not now begin to bray 
When he sees the tail he longs for 
Being put so far away. 


Well! People have strange notions, it appears; 
You like a donkey’s tail between his ears! 


“Alas! Alas!” the donkey cried— 
“Tails are not worn upon the side!” 


His donkeyship is plunged in gloom 
His tail’s away across the room. 


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Now comes another child to try; 

But pins the donkey’s tail too high. 

The next child may succeed. Oh, no! 

He’s pinned the donkey’s tail too low. 

At last did this bold hero come, 

With pin ’twixt forefinger and thumb, 
Approaching with a cautious pace, 

He pinned the tail right in its place. 

Three cheers for you, the donkey’s friend, 

You’ve pinned the tail on the proper end! 

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[These rhymes written on cards and appropriately distributed will add 
to the hilarity of this old but ever popular game.] 


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VALENTINE VERSES 


A pril’s daughter, tears and smiles, 

N aughty, yet bewitching wiles, 

N estling with her winsome arts, 

A lways in my heart of hearts. 

M aiden thoughtful, tender, brave, 

A 11 sweet ways possessing, 

R ightly does your mother call 
Y ou the household blessing. 

B right is her beauty, 

E arnest her heart; 

R eady when duty 
T eaches a part. 

H appy in loving and giving; 

A h! hers is the secret of living. 

R oguish and romping, but clever and pretty, 
O ne who the fair ranks of girlhood adorns. 

S weet, as a rose ought to be, and just like one 
E ven—yes!—even to having some thorns! 

A sk a poet for his fancies; 

G et a wise man’s sense and wit; 

N ow, with tenderness of woman, 

E qual parts of hero’s grit— 

S o! That’s Agnes, isn’t it? 


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ALL THE YEAR ROUND 


A SPRINGTIME MORNING 



RASSES creeping. 


Flower-spangled; 
Rocks a-sleeping, 
Vine entangled; 
Brooklet purling. 
Ferns uncurling, 
Tree-tops sighing, 
Breezes dying. 


Cloudlets shifting, 
Insects humming. 
Petals drifting, 
Fragrance coming; 
Dews a-glitter. 
Birds a-twitter; 
Shine and azure 
Without measure! 


World, so gray and olden 
You are new and golden; 
Of all bloom and bliss 
For your adorning, 
Nothing do you miss 
This springtime morning! 


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OVERHEARD AT THE CROCUS BED 


i^AID March to himself: 

“I’m a boisterous elf; 

I push and I puff and I bellow; 

And people I know, 

Are rejoiced when I go, 

And call me a surly old fellow, 

“They fume and they fret, 

But my pranks they forget, 

My storming and blowing they pardon. 
When bluebirds they hear 
And the snowdrops appear 
And crocuses bloom in the garden !’ 2 


THE WEATHER-VANE 

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Turns the weather-vane; 

This way, that way, 

Turns and turns again. 

Turning, pointing, ever showing, 

How the merry wind is blowing. 

(From the German.) 

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vane. 

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THE YEARLY WONDER 


K a sunny corner 
Of the garden old, 

Poking careful fingers 

Through the leafy mould. 
Stooped a little maiden 
Bending low her head, 

Eyes and fingers searching 
All the garden bed. 

Would the yearly wonder 
Yet again come true? 
Would her last year’s lilies 
Grow and bloom anew? 


Withered stalks all trailing, 
Bushes dry and bare, 

Grasses brown and matted, 

—These were everywhere. 
But the little maiden, 

Still with hopeful heart 
Peered beneath the bushes, 
Poked the leaves apart. 
Would the yearly wonder 
Yet again come true? 
Would her last year’s lilies 
Grow and bloom anew? 


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“Yes, oh, yes! I see you!” 

Soon the glad child cries, 

As amid the dead leaves 
Specks of green she spies. 
Pale green points so tiny 
They can scarce be seen; 

Yet she reads their promise— 
Life, new life, they mean. 
Yes, the joyful wonder 
Ever will come true; 

After winter, Springtime; 

From old life, the new. 

Copyright, 1899, by S. E. Cassino. All rights reserved. 


DREAMS 

JF a tiny seed should ever dream 
The queer dream, that it grew 
To be a stately forest tree 

Why that dream might come true! 

If a caterpillar when he slept, 

Should dream that he could fly, 

That queer dream also might come true, 
As summer days go by. 


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NEWS OF SPRING 


CPRING is coming, joyous Spring! 

Everywhere, in everything 
Out of doors, above, below 
Happy signs begin to show 
Signs that make their message plain 
Spring will soon be here again. 


For the sun stays longer and longer, 

And it shines out brighter and brighter, 

And its heat is stronger and stronger, 

And the birds sing louder and louder. 

And the wind blows warmer and warmer. 

And the rain sinks deeper and deeper. 

And the brook runs faster and faster, 

And the ground grows softer and softer, 

And the sky seems bluer and bluer, 

And the clouds float whiter and whiter, 

And the air smells sweeter and sweeter, 

And the leaves grow bigger and bigger, 

And the buds swell fuller and fuller, 

And the grass creeps greener and greener. 

And the world grows gladder and gladder,— 

When these many signs appear, 

Surely Spring is drawing near, 

Near and nearer, till we sing, 

“Spring is here! O welcome Spring!” 

[This summary of the signs of Spring’s coming maybe read or recited or 
taught to children; but a better and more delightful use is possible if 
the children have had excursions to parks, field, and wood, and have been 
noticing the signs of Spring. With a little guiding, by the kinder- 
gartners, of the children’s expressions into the suggested form, the children 
will be able to “evolve” these lines, or something similar; and their enjoy¬ 
ment will be far greater than if they learned the lines by rote.] 

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AN APRIL BATTLE 


S if a million fairies 
Were beating fairy drums 
With soft and gentle tapping. 
The Raindrop Army comes! 


The frightened little Sunbeams 
All hid behind a cloud 
When first they heard the roll-call 
Of thunder, deep and loud; 


And sorry are the children 
Who stay indoors to-day 
Because the Raindrop Army 
Is marching on its way. 


But soon the West Wind whispers: 
‘Til put the troops to rout,” 

And in a trice the Sunbeams 
And children, too, are out. 


Ho! ho! the Raindrop Army! 

Its drums no longer sound, 

And hark! the West Wind’s bugle 
Fills all the air around. 


Ho! ho! the gorgeous banner 
The Sunbeams now display. 

As all the Raindrop Army, 

Defeated, glide away. 

But, oh! victorious Sunbeams, 

Be sure you don’t forget 
That April is not over— 

You may be conquered yet! 

THE RAINBOW 

MAGICAL, magical weather 
When sunshine and rain meet together! 
They weave of the drops and the radiance soft 
A glorious rainbow that arches aloft, 

A rainbow whose wonderful colors amaze, 

A shimmering rainbow that fades as we gaze. 


A SUMMER FANCY 

^BED of yellow-petaled flowers, 
x I fancy as I look at them 
That each a butterfly may be 
By magic fastened to a stem. 


And often when in airy flight 

Drift by me gorgeous winged things 
So light, so gay, so beautiful— 

I think the flowers have taken wings. 


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NUTTING TIME 


^JpHUMP—THUD! Who is throwing 
Burrs and chestnuts to the ground? 
Patter, scatter! Who is tossing 
Acorns, walnuts all around? 

Come! Come! Bring your baskets. 

Search the ground, no need to climb, 
Strong old North Wind from the branches 
Shakes the nuts; ’tis nutting time! 


TREE TALK IN AUTUMN 

CAID the Maple to the Pine, 

“Don’t you want a dress like mine. 

Turning into gorgeous color in September?” 

“Well/’ replied the little Pine, 

“I will own it’s very fine 
While it lasts you; but how is it in December?”' 

“Pm contented to be seen 
In this handsome dress of green; 

And to change it I don’t see sufficient reason.” 

“But, dear Maple,” said the Pine, 

“Don’t you want a dress like mine, 

That will last and look as well in any season?”' 


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“No, I thank you, little Pine,’’ 

Said the Maple; “I decline, 

Since for autumn red and yellow Pve a passion. 

“Those green dresses look so strange 
When the oaks and beeches change. 

Why, I couldn’t bear to be so out of fashion!” 


GOING TO GRANDMOTHER’S 

A Thanksgiving Day Song 


J_£URRAH! hurrah! for here’s the sleigh, 
That comes to take us all away, 

To spend the glad Thanksgiving Day 
At Grandmother’s house in the country. 

Jump in, jump in, a merry load 
When all within the sleigh are stowed, 

We speed along the snowy road 

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To Grandmother’s house in the country. 


The sleighbells ring, we shout and cheer, 
How white and still the fields appear! 

Now surely we are drawing near 

To Grandmother’s house in the country. 


Yes, there it is—the dear old place 
And there is Grandpa’s beaming face! 

Now whoa! and out we jump and race, 

To Grandmother’s house in the country. 


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WINTER FUN 


J.JO! ho! the jolly winter! 

Hurrah for ice and snow! 
Good-bye to indoor play things, 
Out, out the children go! 


They toss and dodge the snowballs, 
For that is merry sport; 

They make a funny snowman, 

Or build a big snow fort. 


They coast adown the hillside, 
They skate upon the lake. 
While jingle-jangle sleighbells 
Gay winter music make. 


Who cares for cold wind blowing, 
And frosty air that stings? 
Hurrah for jolly winter, 

And all the fun it brings! 


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Hurrah for ice and snow! 
Good-bye to indoor play things, 
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A SONG OF WINTER 


\X/HHO’LL sing a song of Winter, 

The snowy blowy Winter? 

Oh we will sing who love the sight 
Of earth bedecked with sparkling white. 
We’ll sing a song of Winter, 

White Winter. 


Who’ll sing a song of Winter, 

The cold and stormy Winter? 

Oh we who laugh at cold and storm 
By jolly winter sports kept warm— 
We’ll sing a song of Winter, 

Cold Winter. 


Sing all, sing all of Winter, 

The joyous, welcome Winter! 

For Winter rings the Christmas Chimes, 
Brings holidays and merry times— 

Sing all, sing all for Winter, 

Gay Winter! 


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win - ter; For win - ter rings the Christmas chimes,Brings hol-i - days and 



spark-ling white, We’ll sing a song of win - ter,white win - ter. 

sports kept warm, We’ll sing a song of win - ter,cold win - ter. 

mer - ry times,Sing all, sing all of win - ter, gay win - ter. 













































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































AT CHRISTMAS TIME 


SIGNS OF CHRISTMAS 


PROST and snow. 
Fires aglow, 
Jingling bells, 

Spicy smells, 
Fir-trees seen, 
Garlands green, 
Holly bright, 
Festive sight— 


Hurrying throngs. 
Merry songs. 
Echoing chimes, 
Busy times, 
Secrets sweet, 
(Don't repeat!) 
Stockings hung, 
Carols sung, 


Starry skies, 

Lovelit eyes. 

Time most dear 
Of the year, 

Christmas time at last is here! 


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READY FOR SANTA CLAUS 


JCVerything’s ready. I’ve hung up my stocking,— 
There it hangs, empty and out in plain sight. 
Mother has cuddled me, singing and rocking, 

Told me a story and kissed me good-night. 

Oh, but the story she told me was shocking! 

Santa Claus didn’t go anywhere near 
Jimmy’s—nor put the least thing in his stocking 
’Cause Jimmy stayed awake watching. O dear! 

Everything’s ready, for there hangs my stocking;— 
Only I know that I never can sleep! 

Wide-awake thoughts will come, flocking and flocking. 
Sandman, why do you away from me keep? 

Hark! . . . No, that’s only the old clock tick-tocking; 

Reindeer would never make that kind of noise 
Oh! I can't sleep! . . . There’s a chair by my stocking 
Just in case Santa should bring some big toys. 

There! . . . Oh, that’s Father, the doors he is locking; 

That won’t keep Santa Claus out though, I know. 
Down through the chimney he’ll come to my stocking, 
Softly and softly, the way fairies go. 

Softly and softly, (it’s ready, my stocking), 

Softly and softly he’ll creep and he’ll creep— 

• ••••••• 

What’s all that running and calling and knocking? 
Oh-h-h! See my stocking! I did go to sleep! 


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TOLD ANEW 


L. the middle of the night 

When the world is dark and still. 
When the stars are shining bright. 
Over snowy vale and hill, 

When the children are asleep 
As they should be everywhere. 

Then,—if no one wakes to peep, 

Santa Claus drives through the air. 

Santa Claus; yes, that’s his name, 

And he has a wondrous sleigh 
Drawn, no, not by horses tame, 

But by reindeer fleet and gay. 

Faster than the wind they go, 

Prancing on their dainty hoofs— 
Through the air, now high, now low 
On the houses’ very roofs! 

And the sleigh is filled, yes, piled. 

With all kinds of toys and things; 
Everything to please a child 

In that sleigh good Santa brings. 
Dolls, tops, horses, trains with tracks, 
Skates, tools, sleds, and wagons gay. 
Tea-sets, books, and jumping-jacks. 
These and more are in his sleigh. 


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As for Santa Claus himself 

Every one knows how he looks; 
For the jolly little elf 

Pictured is in many books. 

Such a roly-poly man! 

Dressed in red from head to foot. 
Long white beard all spick and span, 
With no sign of chimney soot. 

When the reindeer, sleigh and all, 
Come among the chimney-tops 
Of the houses, large and small, 

At each chimney Santa stops. 

Out he jumps and down he goes, 
Down the chimney at a bound. 
Just which toys to leave, he knows 
And each stocking soon has found. 

How he crams the presents in! 

Chuckling to himself the while. 
You should see his jolly grin! 

All his face is one big smile. 
Stockings filled, he speeds away 
But— -as sure as he was here 
With his reindeer and his sleigh —- 
Santa Claus will come next year. 


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WHAT SANTA CLAUS BROUGHT 

{A Christmas Finger Play) 


COME eager little children, 

One Christmas morning bright, 
Sprang up to see what Santa Claus 
Had brought them in the night. 

They all had pretty presents, 

And if you wish to know 
What Santa brought them in his pack, 
Just watch, and we will show. 



Virginia found a table, 

As cunning as could be, 

And chair to match it, where her doll 
Could sit when they played tea. 



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Then Henry found his present, 
A hobby-horse so gay; 

Its ears stood out as if to hear 
What Henry had to say. 




What Santa brought for Bertha, 
Most joyfully she took; 

A pretty fan with feathered top, 
And charming story book. 


And each child had an orange, 
(A big, smooth, golden ball); 
A basket full of candy, too! 
And this, at last, was all. 



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MODERN CHILDREN 

A Song by Santa Claus 

Reporter s Note No. 1 

I can t tell where I heard it; 

But yet I can't be wrong . 

I must have heard old Santa Claus 
Sing something like this song . 

Or how could I have toldyou> 

Or ever have found out 
That Santa Claus could sing at all , 

Or what he sang about? 

X HE children of the present 
Are wondrous wise, ’tis said; 

No superstitious thoughts are found 
In any little head; 

They don’t believe in fairies— 

They don’t believe in gnomes. 
Enchanted castles they “pooh-pooh!” 
And likewise haunted homes. 

“But bless their hearts!” laughed Santa, 
Right merrily laughed he. 

“They cannot bear to give me up; 

They still believe in me— 

Oh, yes! 

Some still believe in me.” 


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They don’t believe in witches, 

They don’t believe in ghosts; 

They don’t believe in woodland nymphs, 
Nor in the goblin hosts. 

They don’t believe in giants, 

In magic cloak or hat; 

They only smile at “bogie men’’ 

I’m very glad of that. 

“But bless their hearts!” laughed Santa, 
Right merrily laughed he. 

“They cannot bear to give me up; 

They still believe in me— 

Oh, yes! 

Some still believe in me.” 

They don’t believe in Crusoe! 

Nor yet in William Tell! 

And some have even thrown aside 
The cherry-tree as well! 

But every year at Christmas 
Their faith in me revives. 

“Oh, good old Santa Claus,” they say, 
“We’ve loved you all our lives!” 


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'‘Yes, bless their hearts!” laughed Santa, 
Right merrily laughed he. 

“They cannot bear to give me up; 

They still believe in me— 

Oh, yes! 

Some still believe in me.” 


Reporter s Note No, 2 

This song shows how he values 
You faithful little folks , 

Who still believe in Santa Claus 
In spite of many jokes. 

So hang your stockings , youngsters , 
And write notes trustful-ly; 

And don t YOU pain the dear old chap 
By in-cred-u-li-ty, 


CHRISTMAS IN POLAND 

F the far-off land of Poland, 

Many little children dwell, 

Who know all the Christmas stories 
That we know and love so well. 

They know how the shining angel 
Sent the Shepherds on their way, 
Seeking till they found the Christ child 
In a manger filled with hay. 


And in memory of that baby 
Lying in his hay-filled bed, 

On the festive Christmas table, 

Hay beneath the cloth is spread. 

But before the Christmas feasting 
All the household, young and old, 

Watch the sky till there appearing 
They the first bright star behold. 

Then they eat the tiny wafers 1 
Sacred to this holy night. 

Rich and poor, and high and lowly, 
Follow this dear ancient rite. 

And if you were child of Poland, 

But were far from home, some friend 

With good wishes, love, and blessing 
Would to you the wafers send. 

Such the ancient Christmas customs, 
That are kept in Poland still; 

There, too, are the people singing 
Christmas songs of peace, gpod will. 

i Oplakti. 


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THE SHEPHERDS’ QUEST 


“CHEPHERDS, why 

Do your flocks untended lie? 

Hear ye not the lambkins’ bleat, 

As ye haste with flying feet? 

Hides no foe among the rocks. 

That may harm your helpless flocks? 
Shepherds, stay. 

Guard your flocks till dawns the day .’ 2 
“Nay, we go, 

Swiftest feet seem all too slow. 

Stay us not—” a shepherd said, 
Backward calling as he fled, 

“Safe, unharmed, our flocks shall rest. 
For we go at God’s behest, 

Nor delay; 

Word of God we must obey.” 

Onward then 

Sped these simple eager men— 

Hasting that dear babe to find, 

Who should love and bless mankind, 
Now a tender babe, new-born, 
Wrapped in swaddling clothes forlorn. 
Such the word 
From the angel of the Lord. 


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And behold! 

Soon they found him, as foretold 
In a Bethlehem stable, where 
Shelter he with kine must share, 
Humble bed for him was made 
Of soft hay in manger laid. 

And amazed— 

Filled with joy, the shepherds gazed. 
Swiftly then 

Homeward went these simple men, 
Glorifying, praising God, 

Told the wondrous news abroad, 
That the Christ child now was born, 
Making Earth’s first Christmas morn 
Morn whose light 
Through the ages still is bright. 


THE LIGHT OF CHRISTMAS 


I 

Oh! bright are the stars as they gleam on high, 
And shed their soft rays from the summer sky, 
But Christmas stars sparkle with lustre rare, 
When carol and chime fill the frosty air. 

For shining afar 

To our hearts they say, 

“Remember the Star 

Of the Christ’s birthday. 

Love is the light of Christmas.” 


II 

Oh! gay are the tapers that shine to-night 
On gift-laden Christmas trees all alight! 
But never a radiant tree would stand, 

If love had not for the glad time planned. 
So each tiny flame, 

With its golden ray, 

Helps the stars proclaim, 

On the Christ’s birthday. 

Love is the light of Christmas. 


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RHYME TIME 


PART II 


FOR BABY’S PLEASURE 











PLAYTIME WITH BABY 


BABY’S TREASURES 


TV/TY baby’s treasures I will sing, 

And tell the pleasures that they bring. 
With these two eyes, 

The world he spies; 

With these two ears, 

Sweet music hears; 

With this wee nose, 

He smells a rose; 

With this red mouth his dinner he’ll eat, 
And give his mother some kisses sweet. 


DEAREST BABY 


TTOREHEAD, eyes, nose, mouth! 

Dearest baby north or south. 

1 In all these four plays on the face, touch the features as named with 
light, playful touches. 


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A GREAT SURPRISE 


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AT his head and smooth his hair, 
Stroke his forehead,—softly there 1 
Kiss his cheeks, look into his eyes, 
And pull his nose for a great surprise I 


DIMPLES AND SMILES 1 


A CROSS the plain 
^ And back again; 

Then round and round 
A couple of miles 
Until we come 
To dimples and smiles, 

Dimples and smiles, 

Dimples and smiles. 

1 In this play, stroke the baby’s forehead across and back with the 
fore part of the hand, and move this also round and round the baby’s 
face. Then with one finger, touch each cheek in turn several times near 
the corners of the baby’s mouth,—the familiar way of inducing a little 
baby to smile. 


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THE LIGHTBIRD 1 


T)RETTY lightbird, darting, dancing! 

Pretty lightbird, gleaming, glancing! 
Stay with Baby, lightbird, stay; 

Why so quickly fly away? 


1A bit of looking-glass or a cup of water moved about in the sunlight 
will make the “lightbird/* whose motion and brightness the baby’s eyes 
will follow with delight. 


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LISTENING 


T T ARK, little ears, 

Hear the bell ring! 
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, 1 

Ding-a-dong, ding! 2 


1 In a very high tone. 

2 In a very low tone. 


COCK-CROW 


/^OCK-a-doo-dle-do-oo! 

The farmyard cock am I, 

At dawn I loudly cry, 
“Cock-a-doo-dle-doo-oo-oo! 
Here’s a new day for you-oo-oo! 


SNIFF, SNIFF 


ONIFF, sniff! 

^ Take a good whiff. 

Little sniffing nose will tell 

[ flowers 1 

Baby how the j apples f smell. 

t cookies 


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THE FINGER FENCE 
A Peek-a-Boo Play 

TJUILD up the fence, 

Lay the rails flat. 1 
Mother on this side, 

Baby on that; 

Now it is done 

We can peep through 
Peek-a-boo, Baby, 

Peek! Peek-a-boo! 

IThe mother’s fingers are the “rails,” the tips crossed one above the 
other. Through and over this “fence” she peeps at the baby. 

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CAKES FOR MOTHER 


■pAT-A-CAKE, pat-a-cake! this is the way 
A Baby makes cakes for his mother all day. 
Pat-a-cake pat-a-cake! Isn’t it fun? 

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake! Now the cake’s 
done. 


FIT FOR A KING 


T)AT-A-CAKE, pat-a-cake, 
So you begin it; 
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, 

Put a hole in it. 1 
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, 
Round as a ring, 2 
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, 

Fit for a king! 


1 Forefinger of right hand presses into the center of palm of left hand. 
2Trace around this palm with the forefinger. 


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BABY’S WISDOM 


T3ABY is growing so wise, so wise, 

Baby can point to his two bright eyes. 


Baby can point to his own two ears. 

Such a wise baby should have three cheers! 


Baby can point to his head and show 
H ow he can shake it to say “No, no!” 


Anything more can the baby do? 

Yes, he can shake a “Bye-bye!” to you. 


[After frequent and playful guidance in making the motions here indi¬ 
cated the baby will make them himself with very evident joy.] 


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PUZZLES FOR BABY 


I 

ANIMALS 


O 


H, here is the Moo-moo Cow, 

And Doggy that barks, “Bow-wow. 
And here is the little fat Pussy cat 
That says, “Me-ow! Me-owl 


And here’s Cock-a-doodle-do, 

The hen and the chickens, too, 
And high up there in the pigeon house 
The pigeons that call, “Coo-roo!” 


[At first when showing pictures to Baby, we point to and name the 
creatures or objects pictured. Soon he will respond to “Where is the 
Moo-moo Cow?” and later will gleefully answer with the name when 
asked “What is this?”l 


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PLAYS WITH BABY’S TOES 

I 

r ITEENY, weeny, tiny toe, 

This and that and t’other toe, 

'And grumpety, grumpety great toe. 1 

1 Use a gruff deep tone for this line. 

II 

Whimsey, Jimsey, Jeremy Tot, 

Molly Maloo, and Timothy Tot. 

III 

A shake 2 and a pull and a pinch and a bend, 
And a wiggle-waggle, wiggle-waggle; that’s 
the end. 2 

2 Give the big toe a slight shake, the rest a pull, etc. 

IV 

3 Field mouse family 
In a field of clover: 

Trip, Skip, Nimble-foot 
Runabout and Rover. 3 

* Move your hand across the baby’s toes, then take hold of each toe 
and shake it as you name the “mice.” 


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IN BABY’S SHOE 


TIHLLIE WEE-WEE, Frisky Fred 
^ Jolly John, and Nimble Ned, 
Plump old Peter Pitpat, too, 

Go to bed in Baby’s shoe. 


Peter Pit-pat, Nimble Ned, 

Jolly John, and Frisky Fred, 
Little Willie Wee-Wee, too, 

Out they come from Baby’s shoe. 


Out to play they come at night! 

Go to bed at morning light! 
That’s the funny way they do, 
Baby’s toes in Baby’s shoe. 


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PUZZLES FOR BABY 


II 

PLAYTHINGS 


r I "'HE Ball and the Dolly, 
■“■The Cart, the Balloon, 
Fine playthings for Baby, 

He’ll know them all soon. 



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J IMMY JEDD stroked his head, 
Robby Rack thumped his back, 
Harry Hest rubbed his chest, 

Peter Pratt laid him flat, 

And Dicky Dover rolled him over. 
Over and over, 

And over and over! 


COME, FRISKY-LEG 


/DOME Frisky-leg and Kick-about, 

You lively fellows, strong and stout, 
Pull in, push out; pull in, push out. 


My baby soon on you will stand, 

And go a-walking through the land. 
Won’t that be grand? Won’t that be grand? 


So Frisky-leg and Kick-about, 

You lively fellows, strong and stout, 
Pull in, push out; pull in, push out. 

[If the baby has Mother’s hand or other slight obstacle to kick against, 
he will put more force into this action and get more fun out of it.] 


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HOW BIG IS BABY? 


OO big! So big! 1 
^ Baby lifts his arms to show, 

O my baby, how you grow! 

So big! So big! 

So big is baby! 

So big! So big! 2 

Reaching up his rosy hands, 

Tall and straight, my baby stands, 

So big! So big! 

So big is baby! 

1 For the little baby sitting on Mother’s lap. She lifts his arms at 
first but he soon responds with the action himself when Mother asks, 
“How big is Baby?” 

2 For the baby who can balance himself, standing. 


PUZZLES FOR BABY 


III 

IN THE NURSERY 


'^TOW the Baby will look and look 
■*" ^ To find the crib in the picture 
book. 


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CHURNING 


/^HURN, churn, churn the cream, 

Just hear it splash and splutter— 
Churn, churn, churn the cream, 

To make the golden butter. 

[Up and down motion of the baby’s arms as if churning with an old- 
fashioned churn.] 


MOWING THE GRASS 


A/TOW the grass and mow the grass, 
My sturdy farmer, now; 

Mow the grass and mow the grass. 

To feed the bossy cow. 

Rake the hay and rake the hay, 

And toss it in the mow. 

Rake the hay and rake the hay, 

To feed the bossy cow. 

Milk the cow and milk the cow, 

And pat her coat of silk. 

Thank the cow and thank the cow, 

For giving us good milk. 

[The mother, holding the baby’s hands, swings his arms from side to 
side for mowing, out and in for raking. For milking, she moves his hands 
one up and one down quickly and alternately.] 

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PUZZLES FOR BABY 

IV 

FRUITS 

/'"'VH, where’s the apple 1 , the big round 
apple? 

Where is it? Does Baby know? 

Oh, yes! He points with his chubby finger, 
The big round apple to show. 

1 The long banana, the juicy orange, or any of the fruits pictured here. 

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THE BAKER 


'T'HE flour he takes, 

The sieve he shakes, 

The dough he makes, 
Then into the oven 
He puts it, and bakes 

Our rolls and bread, 

Pies, cookies, and cakes. 


DOBBIN AND POPINJAY 
A Trotting Play 

/~\LD Dobbin is a slow old horse; 

He walks and walks and walks; 

But Popinjay is a pony gay 
That trots and trots and trots away, 

Till all of a sudden he balks. 

He stands stock still for a minute, and then, 
He trots and trots and trots again. 


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WILL YOU GIVE ME YOUR BABY? 


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Her baby on her knee. 

“Please, Madam Mother, will you give 
Your little child to me?” 

“Oh no, no, no, no, no! 

I love my baby so, 

I could not give my child away; 
Oh no, no, no, no, no!” 


I see a mother holding 
Her baby on her knee. 

“Please, Madam Mother, will you sell 
Your little child to me?” 

“Oh no, no, no, no, no! 

I love my baby so, 

I could not, would not sell my child. 
Oh no, no, no, no, no! 


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Her baby on her knee. 

“Please, Madam Mother, will you lend 
Your little child to me?” 

“Oh yes! I’ll let him go 
A little while, you know; 

But you must surely bring him back, 
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PUZZLES FOR BABY 

V 

FLOWERS 


‘U'LOWERS and flowers of many a kind, 
Let’s see if Baby the daisy 1 can find. 

1 Or any of the flowers pictured here. 


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AT THE NURSERY TABLE 


EATING PORRIDGE 

Red mouth, red mouth, open wide. 
Pop! the spoonful goes inside. 


A SPOONFUL for father 
Is easy to take; 

A spoonful to match it, 

For dear Mother’s sake. 


A spoonful for Brother, 

Will Baby now wish; 

A spoonful for Sister 

Comes next from the dish. 

Now this big, big spoonful, 

The doggy’s we’ll call; 
This small one is Pussy’s, 
Because she is small. 


Why, Baby! That’s all! 

[Repeat first two stanzas till the porridge is so nearly gone that the 
spoonfuls for Doggy and Pussy will finish it.] 


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BABY’S FISHING 


TN Milky Lake my baby goes 
"*■ A-fishing every night; 

What you call bits of bread, he knows 
Are fishes, plump and white. 

My baby fishes with a spoon, 

(The Lake is in a dish.) 

And you should see how very soon 
He catches every fish! 

And when he finds there are no more 
To catch, and he must stop; 

He lifts the Lake up by its shore, 

And drinks it every drop! 


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A GOOD LITTLE MILLER 


/^VPEN, open, Red Gate, 
Miller, start your mill; 
Here’s a load of grain to grind, 
Coming up the hill. 

Very fine, good miller, 

Please to grind the grain, 
Can you take another load? 
Here’s the cart again! 

Sure a better miller 

I have never found! 

Here’s another load of grain 
Coming to be ground. 


[Red Gate: Lips.] 

[Load of grain: Spoon or fork, with food.] 
[Repeat last two lines till food is all eaten.] 


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PLAYS WITH BABY’S FINGERS 


NAMING THE FINGERS 


I 



HUMBKIN, 

Pointer, 

Middleman tall, 
Feeble-man, 
Little-man,— 
That is all. 


II 

Thumbkin thick and Pointer nimble, 
Tail-man waiting for a thimble, 
Ring-man slow and Wee-man sprightly, 
Stand up straight, then bow politely. 


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“SCAT !” 

The Cat and Her Kittens 


“TTGTTY, kitty, kitty, kitty, 

All my little ones so pretty, 

You, and you, and you, and you, 

Let me hear how you can mew.” 
“Mew! Mew! Mew! Mew!” 

“Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, 

All my little ones so pretty, 

Curl up close now, just like that. 

Go to sleep,” says Mother Cat. 
“Sleep till some one calls out, ‘Scat!’ ” 

[The four fingers are the kittens, the thumb, the mother cat. 

Touch each finger in turn with the thumb of same hand, through first, 
third and fifth lines of first stanza, and first line of second stanza. At 
third line curl each finger down to palm and lay thumb over them. At 
“Scat,” thumb and fingers start up quickly, and run away.] 

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THE FIVE ANIMALS 


npHE Pig , 1 

And the Cow, 

And the Horse, 

And the Sheep, 

And the little white Lambkin 
Are f-a-s-t a-s-l-e-e-p. 

The Lamb , 2 
And the Sheep, 

And the Horse, 

And the Cow, 

And the little fat Pig 

Are all wide awake now! 


1 As the animals are named, the thumb and fingers rest on their tips 
and keep perfectly still. 

2 The “animals” wake when named and all move about in lively fashion. 









COUNTING THE BUNNIES 



“TV /TY bunnies now must go to bed,” 

The little rabbit mother said; 

“But I will count them first to see 
If they have all come back to me. 

! One bunny, two bunnies, three bunnies, 
dear, 

Four bunnies, five bunnies, yes, all are here! 
They are the prettiest things alive,—- 
My bunnies, one, two, three, four, five.” 

1 Touch the fingers in turn as you count. 



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A QUIETING PLAY 


T IKE children who have been at play 
^ All day in merry riot. 

Perhaps these little fingers now 
Are ready to be quiet. 

So we will let them rest awhile, 

As we together fold them, 

And play that they have gone to sleep, 
While still as still we hold them. 


Lullaby, lullaby, 

Little fingers quiet lie, 
Lullaby, lullaby, 
Lulla-lullaby. 


[A restless baby can often be soothed by this sort of play. 

Stroke the child’s hands and fold one over the other, covering them 
with one of your own. Any kind of crooning or humming will serve for 
a lullaby.] 


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